Mishaps of the bedroom kind

 So I woke up this morning, swung my legs out of bed and went "Oh, shit!" because there was a bruise just above my right knee the size of my fist and it hadn't been there when I went to sleep.

Then I looked at it again, rubbed at it, licked my finger and went "bugger", because it was the kind of bruise that scrapes off and tastes of chocolate.

A search of the bedclothes turned up two halves of a chocolate digestive, neither with much of the chocolate left - which is I suppose better than finding an entire chocolate digestive reduced to crumbs.

The perils of midnight snacking!

I went back to bed this afternoon because I'd had an allergy attack and was feeling generally grotty. At one point I realised I was dozing off, and my glasses were lying on the bed beside me, so I picked them up and put them on the bedside table. Later on my sister called over Alexa (which is in the other room), so I shouted I'd be there in a minute and grabbed up my glasses, at which point the comment was "Oh, %&$!!!", because the right leg was sticking up at an angle. (Comment from my sister "You said a naughty word!").

My initial thought was to leave them and take them into the optician's next week to see if they could do anything, but they started giving me a headache later on, probably because they're varifocals and you need to adapt to the way they sit on your nose. So I very slowly and very gingerly bent the leg back to where it was supposed to be. And amazingly I seem to have succeeded.